Treasures Lost, Treasures Found

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    She let out a huff of breath, but her energy hadn’t dimmed. “You’ve been doing your research.”
    “I don’t go into any project until I know the angles.” Ky knelt down to check the fresh tanks.
    “You’re going back down now?”
    “I want to get as much mapped out as I can before we start dealing with too much equipment.”
    She’d done enough homework herself to know that the most common mistake of the modern day salvor was in failing to map out a site. Yet she couldn’t stem her impatience. It seemed so time-consuming when they could be concentrating on getting under the layers of silt.
    It seemed to her that she and Ky had changed positions somehow. She’d always been the cautious one, proceeding step by logical step, while he’d taken the risks. Struggling with the impotence of having to wait and watch, she stood back while he strapped on the fresh tanks. As she watched, Ky picked up a brass rod.
    “What’s that for?”
    “It’s the base for this.” He held out a device that resembled a compass. “It’s called an azimuth circle. It’s a cheap, effective way to map out the site. I drive this into the approximate center of the wreck so that it becomes the datum point, align the circle with the magnetic north, then I use a length of chain to measure the distance to the cannons, or whatever I need to map. After I get it set, I’ll be back up for the metal detector.”
    Frustration built again. He was doing all the work while she simply stood still. “Ky, I feel fine. I could help if—”
    “No.” He didn’t bother to argue or list reasons. He simply went over the side and under.
    It was midafternoon when they started back. Ky spent the last hour at sea adding to the chart, putting in the information he’d gathered that day. He’d brought more up in his goodie bag—a tankard, spoons and forks that might have been made of iron. It seemed they had indeed found the galley. Kate decided she’d begin a detailed list of their finds that evening. If it was all she could do at the moment, she’d do it with pleasure.
    Her mood had lifted a bit since she’d caught three good-sized bluefish while Ky had been down at the wreck the second time. No matter how much Ky argued, she fully intended to cook them herself and eat them sitting at the table, not lying in bed.
    “Pretty pleased with yourself aren’t you?”
    She gave him a cool smile. They were cruising back toward Silver Lake harbor and though she felt a weariness, it was a pleasant feeling, not the dragging fatigue of the past days. “Three bluefish in that amount of time’s a very respectable haul.”
    “No argument there. Especially since I intend to eat half of them.”
    “I’m going to grill them.”
    “Are you?”
    She met his lifted brow with a neutral look. “I caught, I cook.”
    Ky kept the boat at an even speed as he studied her. She looked a bit tired, but he thought he could convince her to take a nap if he claimed he wanted one himself. She was healing quickly. And she was right. He couldn’t pamper her. “I could probably bring myself to start the charcoal for you.”
    “Fair enough. I’ll even let you clean them.”
    He laughed at the bland tone and ruffled her hair until the pins fell out.
    “Ky!” Automatically, Kate reached up to repair the damage.
    “Wear it up in the school room,” he advised, tossingsome of the pins overboard. “I find it difficult to resist you when your hair’s down and just a bit mussed.”
    “Is that so?” She debated being annoyed, then decided there were more productive ways to pass the time. Kate let the wind toss her hair as she moved closer to him so that their bodies touched. She smiled at the quick look of surprise in his eyes as she slipped both hands under his T-shirt. “Why don’t you turn off the engine and show me what happens when you stop resisting?”
    For all her generosity and freedom in lovemaking, she’d never been the initiator. Ky found himself both baffled and aroused as she smiled up at him, her hands stroking slowly over his chest. “You know what happens when I stop resisting,” he murmured.
    She gave a low, quiet laugh. “Refresh my memory.” Without waiting for an answer, she drew back on the throttle herself until the boat was simply idling. “You didn’t make love with me last night.” Her hands slid around and up his back.
    “You were sleeping.” She was seducing him in the middle of the afternoon, in the middle of the